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LINES- I HATE LINES
Nowadays it seems like you have to wait in line for everything. The way I see it, there are not too many things in life really worth waiting in lines for. I mean, when you think about it, if you had your choice, would you really wait in line at the post office, Denny’s, driver license bureau, or even the movies.
The lines I hate the most are the ones where they rope out a little maze for you to wind your way back and forth. I call them the cattle pens..mooo….as we shuffle mindlessly, up and down the velvet rope pathways, like sheep or cattle. I hate airport lines, where not only do you have to endure the wait but you have to hump you luggage around with you. Now you have the physical tasking choice of carrying the bags, or using the kick the a few inches with each step maneuver.
There are short lines, long lines, start lines, finish lines, formal lines and informal lines. I like the ones where they hand you a little flashy gimmick that lights up and vibrates when it’s your turn, you are still really in line, but you can wander around a little (within the reach of the little electronic leash that is)
Some businesses go to great lengths to help you forget you are in line. They will walk around and serve you little appetizers on toothpicks, set up fans and water misters to keep you cool, or give you one of those little tickets with a number on it (so you will be reminded just how far back in the line you really are). There are even signs at the amusement parks that tell you how long it will be to get to the front of the line from this point (now.. that’s college stuff)
Lines are so much a part of our everyday life that there are unwritten rules, regarding our behavior and interaction in lines. There is no cutting, butting, saving spaces, or failing to shuffle forward with every inch the line moves. Talking is ok, but only to people with 3 feet of you, otherwise you have broken line protocol.
Has it ever happened to you, after waiting for a long time in a line, you find out that you are not in the real line, but some type of alternate universe line, that one idiot started and then a few hundred others got behind him.(only to find out that when you get near the front, it doesn’t lead to the place where you wanted to go). I hate when I stand in a line for a long time, only to have the “lane closed” sign light up, just as I get to the front.
I hate lines at toll booths. I can’t understand why some people have to interact with the toll trolls for ten minutes at a time. Hand the guy a dollar, for goodness sake, your not refinancing your house up there. Meanwhile...I’m laying on the horn, and employing international sign language to express my displeasure.
I particularly can’t stand the electronic line. Like when you call a company on the phone and a recorded message tells you…. “ all operators are busy serving other customers(or watching you-tube on their computers)…someone should be with you in approximately (fill in the blank)…56 minutes……next Saturday…July 19th..when hell freezes over).
Here is another phone favorite of mine…..Thanks for calling, your business is very important to us, however all of our customer service personnel are (fill in the blank, again)….busy..tied up…in re-hab…or just plain don’t give a shit)… “Thank you, good bye”…and then you just get hung up on. Leaving you with this quizzical look on your face?
As much as I hate lines, I might as well just get used to them. I’d say more, but I don’t want to get out of line….
Until latter
P.I.B.
Nowadays it seems like you have to wait in line for everything. The way I see it, there are not too many things in life really worth waiting in lines for. I mean, when you think about it, if you had your choice, would you really wait in line at the post office, Denny’s, driver license bureau, or even the movies.
The lines I hate the most are the ones where they rope out a little maze for you to wind your way back and forth. I call them the cattle pens..mooo….as we shuffle mindlessly, up and down the velvet rope pathways, like sheep or cattle. I hate airport lines, where not only do you have to endure the wait but you have to hump you luggage around with you. Now you have the physical tasking choice of carrying the bags, or using the kick the a few inches with each step maneuver.
There are short lines, long lines, start lines, finish lines, formal lines and informal lines. I like the ones where they hand you a little flashy gimmick that lights up and vibrates when it’s your turn, you are still really in line, but you can wander around a little (within the reach of the little electronic leash that is)
Some businesses go to great lengths to help you forget you are in line. They will walk around and serve you little appetizers on toothpicks, set up fans and water misters to keep you cool, or give you one of those little tickets with a number on it (so you will be reminded just how far back in the line you really are). There are even signs at the amusement parks that tell you how long it will be to get to the front of the line from this point (now.. that’s college stuff)
Lines are so much a part of our everyday life that there are unwritten rules, regarding our behavior and interaction in lines. There is no cutting, butting, saving spaces, or failing to shuffle forward with every inch the line moves. Talking is ok, but only to people with 3 feet of you, otherwise you have broken line protocol.
Has it ever happened to you, after waiting for a long time in a line, you find out that you are not in the real line, but some type of alternate universe line, that one idiot started and then a few hundred others got behind him.(only to find out that when you get near the front, it doesn’t lead to the place where you wanted to go). I hate when I stand in a line for a long time, only to have the “lane closed” sign light up, just as I get to the front.
I hate lines at toll booths. I can’t understand why some people have to interact with the toll trolls for ten minutes at a time. Hand the guy a dollar, for goodness sake, your not refinancing your house up there. Meanwhile...I’m laying on the horn, and employing international sign language to express my displeasure.
I particularly can’t stand the electronic line. Like when you call a company on the phone and a recorded message tells you…. “ all operators are busy serving other customers(or watching you-tube on their computers)…someone should be with you in approximately (fill in the blank)…56 minutes……next Saturday…July 19th..when hell freezes over).
Here is another phone favorite of mine…..Thanks for calling, your business is very important to us, however all of our customer service personnel are (fill in the blank, again)….busy..tied up…in re-hab…or just plain don’t give a shit)… “Thank you, good bye”…and then you just get hung up on. Leaving you with this quizzical look on your face?
As much as I hate lines, I might as well just get used to them. I’d say more, but I don’t want to get out of line….
Until latter
P.I.B.
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